Making things

These socks have been on my needles for 5 years. 5 years. More if you consider that I first spun the wool specifically to knit them. In 5 years I have of course knitted dozens of other things, but as luck would have it, these socks that I started as a project for myself, a project purely for fun, have remained unfinished all this time. One could argue that this is an illustration of my difficulty to prioritise pleasure over the rest. I see it more as the joy of always having something in progress and, by extension, always being able to finish something easily, for those days when I don't have "launching" energy, and need to feel the satisfaction of a completed project. That day came this week, and it was truly delightful to slip my feet into these long awaited socks.

By the nature of my work, I never know if the projects I start will see the light of day, or if they will resemble my original vision. If I were to count the number of ideas that remained in the Ethers, or the number of workshops, shows, events that were cancelled or abandoned for lack of sign ups, funding, partners, or because of covid, the list would be quite long. And some days I don't have the energy to move forward in uncertainty, I need to see something concrete created by my hands, existing because I dreamed it. They are silly things, socks. And yet, when I slip my feet into them, it helps me keep faith in my power of manifestation. It took 5 years, but here they are. I can make what I imagine appear, even if it takes longer than I expected. And in the meantime, my feet are warm.
And you, what helps you to have faith in yourself? To stay on track for your dreams?